Have you ever thought about letting loose a blizzard? A hurricane? A storm? About being able to stop that icy breath when the sky is still yellow? When the hailstones lie on the ground and freeze the air? That moment without temperature that penetrates as far as your spine like a shiver, passing under your skin, pushing on your temples? Have you ever thought about the possibility of standing up from the ground without making the slightest movement? About rising up straight as a needle? About standing still for an entire day? About the danger of stillness? Have you ever thought about speeding up the flow of your neuronal activity? About using your thoughts like the rotors of a military helicopter? About roaring like a bear? About scanning the darkness like a tiger? About being able to scream until you demolish courage? About resisting a fiery iron? Have you ever thought about the possibility of clenching your jaws like a crocodile? About letting out the charge of a wounded bull? About having the speed of a snake’s bite? About containing in your arms continental drift? About resisting the pressure of the abyssal depths, the stratospheric rarefaction? About lowering yourself into the lava bowels of a volcano? Have you ever thought about running until you take off? Until you break free from gravity? And continue by inertia? Finally free? Have you ever thought about being able to unbolt a train rail with only a tug? About being able to bend it until you smell the rust that crumbles out? Relishing the sweetness of that heat born between your hands? About grabbing the teeth of a bulldozer bucket and turning it over? Have you ever thought about absorbing an avalanche’s force unhurt? The memory-less roar it produces? About rolling frighteningly like a boulder that bounces down into a ravine? About causing a landslide with a glance? About keeping the sulphur in the air after a lightening bolt? About remaining in the eye of a hurricane to observe the delirium around you? About preceding the rumble of the earthquake? About crushing a person until you hear bones creak? About growing your canines like a mammoth’s tusks? About opening your ribcage in a desire? About an excess of violence, crudity, harshness, primitiveness and wickedness? The materials, the content and the images included in this book are intellectual property of the author
and belong to his private collection.
The book’s title is taken from a text by Daniela Zangrando.
On the opposite page, the transcription of the text that appears as a manuscript in the first part of the book.
Limited to 250 numbered copies.
In addition to this book a limited edition multiple by the artist is available from onestar press.
Printed and bound in France © 2014 Alberto Tadiello & onestar press
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